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RL Smith Dec 2013
I fell from the bottle, landed at your door
unraveled before you I can't do this no more
Blindsided, triggered you lay me to waste
How am I gonna to get out of this place?

I scream at the wind my suffragettes prayer
For redemption, deliverance from despair
I run with the river, dive into the storm
Chasing transformation, to be reborn

I question your motive, do you understand?
Dry land falls, I'm washed up on the sand
Craving and clinging, gasping for air
You sit mostly in silence, do you really care?

Sweating the seas, aching for more
Resisting and wanting, fearing the fall
Grace is a mountain, life is a tree
I sit in nature, it breathes life into me

I'm ragged, exposed, I am here, I am now
I look for repose, it finds me somehow
The winds sweep the streets, storms overtake pain
I am searching for me, only I remain

I run with the river, I dive into the storm
Chasing transformation, to be reborn
Words tumble freely into your lap, onto the page
I cry, full of tears and anger, sadness and rage

But play me a soul song, sing me to spring
The rhythms of life let the insights in
You broke the tide, I surfed the wave
Daylight comes slowly, my dance is remade
RL Smith Dec 2013
Lost in the wilderness, sliding through days
A runaway from innocence, drifting away
Hopeless, directionless, twisted, depraved
Tracks mark the time, the path from the fall
Winding a trail, to dying for more
But shining a light, on the road to redemption
Gifted with spirit, bestowed with rebellion
Finding the way, eroding the dark
Footprints to hope, redefining the mark
The renegade tamed, a new day, a new laugh
Remade and rewritten, a volition to pass
Returned to the future, arriving, at last
RL Smith Dec 2013
She turned heads in the street,
They fell at her feet
life it was so bittersweet
He saw her at the station
Makin love to all the nation
She made him her Salvation

They fled to the coast
They boarded a boat
They were Running to hope
A new life and a new land
Dreams that were grande
She was his firebrand

Rosalind
Where will she go
When the hot north wind blows?
If the fire of hell's within you
Where can you run to?

Packing cases and teacups
Babies, friends and meet ups
All sweetness and secrets
Their past left behind
Their life as they designed
Their future enshrined

But when the cracks start to show
And when hopes start to blow
And night seeps in to the afterglow
They fight like thunder
Their Dreams ripped asunder
Their lives start to rupture

They each took a lover
They made each other suffer
Their love began to wither
She was tormented by grief
Life became a thief
But, him she couldn't leave

— The End —